That “Love” Thing

Love is a funny thing.

Love comes in many forms. It’s the warmth we feel in our bones. It’s the light that shines upon us at daybreak. It’s the waves beating against the shore as the sun sets with hazy hues of magenta, orange and deep maroon. It’s the way that the sun and the moon take their natural shifts, watching over planet earth, keeping us warm and in harmony. It’s the feeling you get when you step off the plane into a new country. It’s the tingle you get when you look into someone’s eyes and you feel that connection and trust and honesty.

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It’s in the strokes that you give your dogs when you come home after work. It’s the hours that your dad waits up to give you a lift to make sure you get home from a party at 2am. It’s the belly aches that stem from those times when you and your best friend just can’t stop laughing. It’s the look your best friend gets when you make a really bad joke but they love it anyway. It’s the long journeys taken to see friends far away. It’s the late nights that are spent FaceTiming that boy you were falling for who lives in a far away country. It’s the tears that you shed when you started to realise that you were moving on from something and someone that was holding you back.

It’s the long car journeys to see family members at Christmas-time. It’s the spring in your step when you get good news. It’s the buzz of excitement when you’re following your passion. It’s the nervous sweats when you’re talking to someone you want to fall in love with. It’s spending time in nature. It’s the sand between your toes when you visit the beach. It’s the heavy rain pounding on the windows when you’re tucked up in bed with someone you love. It’s the peaceful silence between two people when neither of you have to say anything, but you both know exactly what each other are thinking. It’s a warm kiss when you need it most. It’s a sunny day when you’ve had nothing but grey skies and rain.

It’s the tears you shed when you’re saying goodbye to a friend you may never see again. It’s the tight hugs when you hold them for the last time. It’s the warmth of the sun on a foreign shore. It’s the tight hamstrings you get when you’ve spent all night dancing with friends. It’s the mornings curled up in bed after a sleepover.

It’s the warm sunny afternoons in the city when you slurp an ice-cold acai smoothie. It’s the days at the beach spent making sandcastles and getting sunburnt. It’s the pat on the back as your mum finishes rubbing your suncream in. It’s the finding of old photo albums and the tears and laughter that ensues at the memories you have put in the back of your mind.

It’s your dog running to the front door to greet you when you come home, whether you’ve been gone 3 hours, 3 days, 3 weeks, 3 months or 3 years. It’s the signs held up at airport arrivals welcoming loved ones home. It’s the #LondonIsOpen signs that wave in the breeze high above Oxford Street. It’s the emergency services that do 16 hour shifts to help people in need. It’s the candle lit vigils that bring communities together after disasters.

It’s world peace. It’s the smiles on the faces of the people you love. It’s feeling at home. That’s what love is to me.

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